Tuesday, January 19, 2016
snow day! no school...
There was a two hour delay, for school. I decided to get up out of my warm bed, and help Paul shovel the driveway, since work doesn't have things like delays. There was a foot of new snow in that driveway. The snowblower won't start, as per usual, since our appliances are haunted.
Suri, aka the 17th child, loves the snow.
She likes playing fetch with the snowballs I throw into the yard. She goes underwater-like, in the snow, and it's hilarious.
After Paul got his truck shoveled out and drove away to work, Suri stayed out there and kept me company while I dug out the minivan, as the car insurance is due today, and we need things from the store. If the roads are too bad, I'll just pay the insurance, and come back home.
The four girls made it back safely after a treacherous drive from Ohio. I'm happy for them that they get a day off from school today, and I want to hear more about their weekend.
On Thursday, I have to get up before dawn and bring Paul to the airport, he's going out to visit Ben and Ashley and Anya in Washington state, then going with Ben to a church conference. From there, he goes to France, so I won't see him for a while. This weekend, I am going to one of those fantastic hotel nights with my friends...we are all very busy moms, between the 8 of us, we have 72 kids. So a night away to sit in the hot tub is well appreciated!
Living in rural New York state is lovely. The more places I go in this world, the more I appreciate home. The desert is hauntingly beautiful, the mountains majestic, the lemon trees of California picturesque. But as a tired mom appreciates a good night's sleep more than anything, a New Yorker appreciates spring and summer. I am already thinking spring. Only ten or so more weeks of winter, then the days get longer and warmer, and the kids start going barefoot again...
Going out in the cold and shoveling snow is invigorating. It's 15 degrees, and when I take off my mitten to take a picture, my fingers freeze. Stomping the snow off my boots and coming into the house to the smell of morning coffee, it's warm. Now the warmth has worn off, the coffee cup is empty, the house still quiet. The day stretches before me, with it's demands...I have reports to write, and laundry to do, the morning sweeping hasn't been done, and and and...but for right now, I think I'll get more coffee and cover up with a blanket.